Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Live Listening-Dylan O'Brien

Warnings: violence, abuse, language

Dylan's POV

"There is no way that works," Ki Hong laughed.

"It's true!" Will defended his crazy accusation.

"Dude," I sighed. "You're saying that, with Airpods, Apple allows you to leave your phone in a room, turn on something called "Live Listening" and then you can spy on people."

"I told you, my sisters and I tried it. It really works."

"What works?"

We all turned around to see Y/N standing in the doorway. She laughed as she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the doorway.

"Boys?" She elongated. "You all wouldn't be hiding out in Poulter's trailer, late for filming, because you are trying to spy on people, are you?"

"Why would you think that?" I stuttered.

"Live Listening," she said, sending me a smirk. She looked around the room, suddenly laughing as she slightly shook her head. "Come on, boys. Wes has been looking for you."

* * * * *

In the middle of the scene, I looked over to see Y/N pacing back and forth with her phone pressed to her ear. My heart sank when I saw the look on her face. I forced myself to refocus when I heard my cue.

After the scene, I looked over to see Y/N still on her phone. When I saw the tears in her eyes, I jogged over. I bit my lip as she hung up her phone and angrily wiped the tears streaming down her face.

"Y/N?" She jumped before quickly turned around. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she said under her breath, looking down at her phone.

"No, you aren't," I said, reaching over and grabbing her hand before she could walk away. I pulled her into my chest, the sob escaping her lips as she buried her face in my shirt. I rubbed her back, tightening my arms around her waist.

Once she had calmed down, she pulled out of my arms. She took a step back and wrapped her arms around herself. "Y/N," I started.

"I gotta go," she stuttered before turning on her heel and quickly walking away from me.

"Whoa, is Y/N okay?"

I turned around to see Will watching Y/N leave. "I don't know," I sighed. "She was one the phone, listening to someone yell at her. You should've seen the look on her face when she hung up."

"I wonder if it was her boyfriend," Will sighed.

"Y/N has a boyfriend?" I asked, clearing my throat.

"Yeah," he shrugged. "And he's a real dick."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well," Will cleared his throat awkwardly. "Y/N's been dating this guy for more than a year but he treats her like shit. I'm pretty sure he hits her."

"What?!"

"She won't admit it but one day, last movie, she came onto the set with long sleeves. When I tried to ask her about it, she just stuttered and walked away. Later, I caught her pushing up her sleeves and I saw she had bruises up and down both arms."

"Bruises?" My heart jumped into my throat, making it suddenly hard to breathe. I looked over Will's shoulder to see Y/N walking back onto set with her headset and clipboard.

"What kind of asshole would hurt a girl like Y/N? How does he not realize how lucky he is to have her in his life?"

"You should tell her."